Pusgoyle Blightlords

When a Putrid Blightking's devotion outgrows even his blessings, the Grandfather grants a mount: a rot fly, vast and vicious, its bloated bulk somehow held aloft on ragged wings. The Pusgoyle Blightlords are the Rotbringers' hammerblow, droning out of low cloud to crack shield-walls, shatter gates, and deliver seven kinds of pestilence at the point of a festering scythe.

Their terror travels ahead of them. Defenders hear the drone long before the fog parts (feel it in their teeth, in the walls, in the water), and by the time the Blightlords descend, half the garrison's courage has already rotted through. The other half rarely outlasts the first pass.